Her hair fell across the bed, her body shifting slightly across silk sheets, the velvet curve of a milky white leg, thrown carelessly across her lover's own. A sigh left her half parted lips as her body turned towards him, though she slept on.

In lamhon ke daaman mein
Pakiza se riste hain
Koi kalma mohabat ka
Dohrate farishte hain

Rich hazel eyes opened, tousled bedroom hair fell to his shoulder, she edged her body closer as he watched her with still sleepy eyes. To him she appeared to be sleeping, gently with one hand he reached out, caressing the curve of her milky white velvet thigh, he heard her exhale a whimpered breath. Arching a well sculpted brow, he waited.

Her sleeping form nestled into his own wakeful one, her curves lightly pressing against his own nakedness caused his manhood to twitch, he blinked wondering if she really was awake or sleeping. Either way, he found this a pleasant way to spend the morning, her softness pressed against him, nestled in tight. He dipped his head, nose hovering over her rose smelling hair, the delightful scent filling his thoughts. The delicateness of it's perfume serving to only heighten his building excitement.

Khamosh si hai zameeen hairaan sa falak hai
Ek noor hi noor sa abb aasmaan talak hai
Nagmein hi nagmein hai jagti soti fizaon mein
Husn hai sari adaon mein
Ishq hai jaise hawaon mein

Her body remained curled into his gentle movements against her. Slight touches, caresses of silken flesh against flesh. His lips slightly parted as he held in a moan of delight. Sleeping, he thought she might be, but he was enjoying the outcome all the same. He lifted a hand, using the ridges of his fingertip to caress the slender curve of her hip. His eyes watched her movements as she turned, easing herself out from him. His hardening manhood no longer pressed tight into the softness of her sensual sweet smelling skin as it swept up over her lush behind, as she nestled herself onto her back.

Eyes filled with lust for her, trailed a lascivious path up over the delicate curve of her ankle, up over her calves, trailed up along the breathtaking curve of her thighs, and lingered on the thatch of midnight black curls. He drew in a small breath as he continued up over her voluptuous hips to her firm taut stomach. He reached out a hand holding it lingeringly over her stomach, wanting to touch but not to wake her, not yet.

Oo..nagmein hi nagmein hai jagti soti fizaon mein
Husn hai sari adaon mein
Ishq hai jaise hawaon mein

His eyes continued upwards, over the expanse of flesh and to the full curve of her breasts. His hand trailed upwards, very close to touching, but still just hovering. The tip of his tongue drew a wet path over his lips as he swallowed. It was exquisite torture to have her so close, and to not touch, to not caress that body which he adored, worshiped each night.

Finally his eyes lingered on those features he knew so well, he noticed her eyes still closed as she moved. He smiled, shifting silently down the bed, hands with air between them and her flesh glided down till they settled onto her thighs. He looked up, ever alert as the beauty laid out on the bed before him like a sybaritic banquet drew in a breath, legs slightly parting.

Kaise yeh ishq hai
Kaisa yeh khwaab hai
Kaise jazbaat ka umda sailab hai

His eyes trailed back down the wonderful curves of her body, once again settling onto the curls between her thighs as he deliberately dipped his head down. His tongue gently caressed her glistening petals, an unhurried movement as her thighs parted a little more. A breath of a barely audible, sighing moan leaving her lips as she seemed to remain relaxed.

Lifting his head, and with careful movement he moved in between her legs shifting his weight about, and settled himself contently, head dipping back down to once more touch at the musky, honey sweet flesh as his tongue gently separated her folds. With easy strokes he gently lapped at her. Gentle sounds of a building arousal fell from lips. She widened her legs, as her body moved ever so slightly in a vague sensual arch.

Kaise yeh ishq hai
Kaisa yeh khwaab hai
Kaise jazbaat ka umda sailab hai
Din badle raatein badli
Jeene ke andaaz hi badle hain

His hands curled about her hips, gently caressing her skin with his fingertips, as he moved closer, the warm tip of his tongue flicking against her flesh, as he felt her body quiver at his touches. Her body moved gently to a rhythm of its own to each touch of his tongue to her. Long fingertips stretched out, nails gently scratched the silk sheets, the sounds reaching his ears. Fingers twisted through them, softened moans left her lips.

His tongue touched her gently over and over again, he lifted his head, eyes running up curves. Her body moving, his hands smoothing down her thighs under the curve of her knees, the delicate curve of her calves and caressing her ankles. His hands moved over and up her luscious long legs.

In lamhon ke daaman mein
Pakiza se riste hain
Koi kalma mohabat ka
Dohrate farishte hain

He bent his head down, his eyes drinking in the luscious scene before him, extending his tongue he touched her gently, fingers caressing the curve of her thighs. Sounds falling from her lips, hazel eyes flickering open, a slight lift to her head, before she lowered it, body slowly twisting, pleasure flowing through her body. Enticing her senses, caressing her with every touch of him to her.

Low moans left her lips slowly, cries of his name tumbled from her lips, as he buried his head, his tongue gently sank down into the folds of her petals. Gasps slipped from her lips, as her fingers twisted into the sheets tighter. His hands gently sliding over the curves of her bared breasts, touching nipples teasingly, her head turned gently to one side.

Samay ne yeh kya kiya
Badal di hai kaya
Tumhein mene paa liye
Mujhe tumne paya

Legs spreading fully, as she drew them slightly up, bent, allowing him full access to her core. His hands lovingly ran fluttering over the sensual curves of her thighs, tongue teasing her, as he gently played her like a musical instrument, bringing soft sounds from her lips. His name left her lips between low sexy moans, as she felt the pleasure curling like a coil down in the pit of her stomach.

It increased deep within, her legs, her body quivering, as she shivered with the anticipation of each touch, each caress, he gave her lovingly. The touch of his tongue brought slower quivers, as wave after wave of pleasure ran through every inch of her body. The feeling was tightening slowly, before heated waves left her. He suckled her gently, drinking of her nectar, slowly savoring, as she whimpered.

Mile dekho aise hai hum
Ke do sur ho jaise madham
Koi jyada na koi kaam
Kise aag mein ke prem aag mein
Jalte dono hi the tan bhi maan bhi
Maan bhi hai tan bhi

Waves after wave passed through her as her body gave into the release that passed through it. The coil seemed to have snapped deep within her, bringing her exceptional pleasure. Her breath quickened, the cries becoming softer, as words ceased to be audible, mingling into moans, and sighs of his name.

Slowly he lifted his head, finding her long fingers which twisted lovingly into his hair, as slowly he drew himself up her lithe body, hands uncurling gently from about her thighs, her body still quivering, his lips coming to rest on the curve of her breast as slowly he ran his tongue over it's curves, moving to circle her nipple playfully. Her hands came up under his jaw line, slowly with low whimpers drawing him up to have their lips touch.

Mere khwaabon ke is gulistaan mein
Tumse hi tum bahar chai hai
Phoolon mein rang nahi the lekin
Dil mein khusboon tumhi se aai hai

The taste of her, mingled in the kiss, and they kissed deeper. Her hands uncurling fingers from his hair, moving down over the curves of his shoulders, fingers teasing him slowly. As tongue met tongue their hands entwined, and she ran her foot slowly up over the curve of his calf muscle, the other leg slowly curving over his hip. Her legs wrapped comfortably about his hips, moving against him like liquid silk. Kisses became deeper, and more lingering. More sweet. Pleasure from the feel of her hands on his sides, runs through him like a sweet springtime river, the feeling ebbing through his body slowly. Her touch drew across his skin, each time her fingertips moved.

He moaned under the touches of her lustrous hands against his flesh, ripples of pleasure ran through him, coaxingly. His hands delicately danced along her sides, fingertips caressing the sides of her breasts. The feel of them pressed tightly, lovingly against his chest, the feel of that skin a pure delight to feel so close.

Kyon hai yeh arzoo
Kyon hai yeh zustzu
Kyon dil bechain hai
Kyon dil betaab hai

Slowly with a subtle shift of her hips, she felt his hardness gently tenderly enter her womanhood, white teeth slowly nibbled at the tip of his tongue, fingertips gently entwined within his hair. The lovers' delicious tangle of limbs on the sea of blood red silk sheets. Sounds as slowly they moved together as one, each one feeling the exquisite rumbling building within each movement.

Teasingly he ran his fingers through her hair, his lips searching along her jawline, sliding lovingly down her neck, to nibble, and kiss her skin. Her back arched underneath his attention given to her, as she shivered. A fire of pleasure building deep within the pit of her firm stomach as shudders of pleasure, caused her inner muscles to delightfully tighten about him, driving him slowly towards distraction, as he easily lost himself within the folds of her.

Kyon hai yeh arzoo
Kyon hai yeh zustzu
Kyon dil bechain hai
Kyon dil betaab hai
Din badle raatein badli baatien badli
Jeene ke andaaz hi badle hain

The two melded into one, each feeling, giving and receiving pleasure. It was intense, it was beautiful, wonderful, and more. Much more. It was the joining of two souls, two soul mates. In the union of their love. As pleasures spiraled higher, both riding the edge of their mutual union to the brink and holding it there. Kisses were fevered, touches were roughly tender, and each brought the other closer.

Mewed sounds left each set of lips as hands twisted into the tumble of blood red silk beneath them. Murmured words, more sounds, sweet in sound as each reached the edge time and time again, before tumbling over the edge. Falling down into the sweet sublimeness of the feeling, the touch of softened skin to hardened muscle.

In lamhon ke daaman mein
Pakiza se riste hain
Koi kalma mohabat ka
Dohrate farishte hain

The lovers lips parted, low but hurried breathing, bodies mingled together in a sweet tangle of limbs, the air tinged with the scent of their love making, the dawn's light lifting slowly in the sky, as lover's hearts slowly began beating slower. As kisses blurred to bare touches, the heady scent twisting about them.

Slowly the two parted, hands slowly relinquishing the hold on the sheets as eyes met eyes, and deliciously bruised lips curved slowly up into smiles, as she turned slowly from him onto her side, the sheets splayed over the paleness of her legs as he curved his lean body in behind her, molding in against her, lips brushing a shoulder, as slowly the couple drifted off.

Nagmein hi nagmein hai jagti soti fizaon mein
Husn hai sari adaon mein
Ishq hai jaise hawaon mein
Ishq hai jaise hawaon mein

Passion and lust sated in the act of their mutual love.